John had completely recovered.

He was no longer bound by the senses of common man. He had become something else entirely. His thinking was now on a different level.

It had become incomprehensible.

His goals were beyond the understanding of man now.

"Fuck."

John waved his will.

He saw all the rules of the calamity realm.

There were legions of mythological creatures. Gods and Eldritch beings.

They all bowed before the blue star.

They were inherently separated from him.

They worshipped John as he was the origin of calamity.

He was their creator.

John wasn't limited by concepts like time or space.

He transcended such limits now.

He had done it! He had built an artifact in the cosmic order.

His control of the realm had reached a level of perfection. But he had forgotten nearly everything.

Was he truly who he was before? Probably not.

John tried to step outside of the calamity realm. But his existence had become too 'large'. His will was too strong. Simply creating a custom soul wouldn't cut it anymore.

John also wasn't thinking how a human would. He was experiencing all of time at once. He was so overwhelmed with possibilities that he was choice paralyzed.

The memory leak had been a problem.

Think of it this way. Earlier when John had first fused with the concept 'Emflowcreagen'. He had been able to look at a matrix of an existence.

He had gazed upon himself 'John Destinatus'.

But you must understand. He was looking at the end result of all the versions up to that point. Time had mattered in that sense.

Now, this was no longer the case.

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The wills of every single 'John Destinatus' that existed and had died at the end result. The will of them all except his skeletal body had fused together.

This was an infinite amount of willpower that he had attained.

But the calamity realm didn't exist since the beginning of time. It came into existence when the abyss was briefly collapsed.

It was an alternative dimension.

An original incarnation isn't suppose to have a destiny. They aren't suppose to have bodies in lower realities. They are supposed to exist in the space that shouldn't be named.

They should of become a sea of consciousness for Gaia.

At least for a layer of reality.

But John broke these rules with his existence.

John's awareness could no longer be supported by a human body. But he didn't adopt an eldritch form either.

He stayed floating in the infinite layer of the calamity realm.

A blue sun.

A star.

When John suffered from the huge backlash of going against his curse. He had cut off connection with the infinite.

Right now. The calamity realm was in a state of overload. John had so much power. He didn't know what to do with it.

But John felt he was no longer cursed.

His destiny had become mysterious.

His personality? He had become a machine.

He had cut all connections off to the outside.

John could no longer experience desire or emotions.

He had turned into almost a program. One that would always exist.

"Fuck."

But something remained.

John thought in infinites.

He looked at all possibilities.

Things that had been impossible to resolve. Including the memory leak. All of these were no longer issues to him. But he had no motivation to do anything.

He had all of the power in the world.

But at what cost?

John had many abilities now. He could custom create soul. He could create bodies from nothing. Bring matter into existence. He had all the tools needed to step on the path of ruling the multiverse. But he had none of the drive.

He didn't care anymore.

Myths and legends about him were passed down among the entities in his dimension. The gods were not able to invade other realities without him opening up portals to the outside.

But the calamity realm had many layers.

So the gods created bubbles of space and created their own universes.

Soon the calamity realm became like a multiverse container in itself.

The rules of this reality were entirely up to John. But he operated like a machine versus a legendary thought.

Many beings with consciousness lived in the calamity realm.

It was an unfathomable amount.

This should've been the end of the story.

The connection to the outside was cut off completely with the death of his body in that other world.

But what John didn't expect, was that through an incredibly small chance.

He would be reborn!

When John's A.I Chip had been destroyed in the explosion. It had a lot of sensitive information on it. This included the documents on items held by the Divergence Department.

The chip had survived the explosion.

Information he had saved about 'Emflowcreagen' had been saved on his chip.

A group of scavengers would go through the rubble and sell the chips.

Somebody thought his chip was a treasure with all of the secret information on it.

John had left a message in his chip.

"Origin of Calamity. The cursed! Emflowcreagen. I pray for a connection..."

The person read aloud this information as they sifted through the data of the chip. They then saw endless universes.

They saw a giant blue sun.

They couldn't help but mutter. Seeing such brilliance.

"So beautiful..."

Their soul wasn't shattered.

But the intelligence in their eyes faded.

A star appeared in the sky of the infinite layer of the calamity realm.

A connection had been opened.

Intelligence returned to their eyes as John grasped his hands!

He spoke one word.

"Immortal!"